THE UNKNOWN

Shall I continue on this weary path Or will I give into doubts Not sure where it will lead Should I turn around Or quickly move forward Not allowing fear to plant its seed I have walked and crawled And laid down to rest As the grade became too steep I have ran and skipped when the grade was easy Even over ruts I would leap I have walked in sunshine And in the rain And weathered a storm or two I have tripped and fallen And been beaten down Only to rise and begin anew I have seen beauty And heard joyous laughter In many ways I have grown I hold my head up high And walk boldly on Facing the great unknown